The bright moon reflects your radiant face Your snowcapped cheekbones supply water of grace My heavy heart desires an audience with your face Come forward or must return, your command I will embrace Nobody for good measures girded your fields Such trades no one in their right mind would chase Our dormant fate will never awake, unless You wash its face and shout brace, brace Send a bouquet of your face with morning breeze Perhaps inhaling your scent, your fields we envision & trace May you live fulfilled and long, O wine- bearer of this feast Though our cup was never filled from your jug or your vase My heart is reckless, please, let Beloved know Beware my friend, my soul your soul replace O God, when will my fate and desires hand in hand Bring me to my Beloved hair, in one place Step above the ground, when you decide to pass us by On this path lie bloody, the martyrs of human race Hafiz says a prayer, listen, and say amen May your sweet wine daily pour upon my lips and my face O breeze tell us about the inhabitants of city of Yazd May the heads of unworthy roll as a ball in your polo race Though we are far from friends, kinship is near We praise your goodness and majestic mace O Majesty, may we be touched by your grace I kiss and touch the ground that is your base
¤ياقلبي رفرف وطير¤وروح للي بحبه كتير وصله اجمل سلام وقولها مساء الخير ¤